sos can't resist writing this. cw for pubes if that's not your thing
Toji was a hairy man — there was no doubt about it.
It was in the way tufts of hair peeked out from under his sleeves when he rolled them up. It was in the way he had to shave his face regularly in fear that you wouldn't let him eat you out because of the stubble.
And it was definitely in the way Toji sported a full bush most of the time.
Shaving was a bitch. Waxing was off limits — hell, he vividly remembers one occasion he folded under your demands and let you apply generous globs of pigmented wax onto his pubic region.
Toji was in agony for days after that, pawing at his crotch and hissing at the residual burn left behind.
If you had to be honest, you weren't opposed to Toji keeping his bush. Yeah, giving head was a pain more often than not, with strands of his coarse hair almost giving you better flossing treatment than your dentist.
But there was something so manly about it.
To have this hairy hunk of a man, as gross as he was at your beck and call? To have him give you the most mind-numbing sex, grinding his crotch down against yours until you were writhing from overstimulation.
Yeah, you were living the life.
Truly, you didn't mind. That was why you found yourself sliding your wandering fingers under the waistband of his boxers on many occasions — raking through his pubes when you were both doing nothing whatsoever.
Laying in bed? You had your hands in his pants.
Watching a movie on the couch? Best believe you were trying to braid Toji's hair. He let you, but not without questions.
"What the hell are you doing down there?"
"Stimming," you remarked casually, tone lazy as you were getting more and more engrossed in the movie. You had one leg hooked over Toji's, cheek against his chest as you gave his pubes a gentle tug.
He let out a hiss, cock giving you an involuntary jerk at the prickling pain down below.
Sue him — Toji was rather masochistic when it came to you.
"Whatever that means. Get your hands out, you're makin' it sweaty down there."
You tutted, sliding your hand out reluctantly. "Oh, but when you want to grope my tits for 'stress relief', that's fine?"
"It's a man's world, darling," Toji drawled, getting up. "Now shoo, I need a shower."
You let out a dismayed noise at that, pushing yourself off the couch and standing up beside him. Without you? How utterly absurd of him to do so.
"I can join, right? Right?"
"As long as you keep the shampoo away from my cock, go crazy."
Toji sauntered off, letting you trail behind him like an eager puppy. Small vistories were victories regardless, and right now you felt as if you had won the lottery. "I can't make any promises, 'ji. I'll have your pubes smelling like strawberries."
@fricks pubes discourse inspired this btw